SUPERNATURAL

"You don't have a power, Zexion. You're only here to cook."

Zexion was never respect for his power. He didn't flaunt it like the other members did. Even if he did, his power was illusions, so everybody just assumed they were hallucinating. Not to mention that his weapon looked like a book. Oh, don't get him wrong. He wasn't underestimating the power of his Lexicon, just that it didn't look in the slight bit menacing. Even Demyx with his sitar got more respect from his weapon than Zexion did. He shook his head. All anybody did was say that he didn't have a power, that it was a myth, that it wouldn't be possible for him to have a power, because he didn't use it.

"Zexion's power? Oh, it's the power of reading."

He would admit he read a lot, but it wasn't possible for him to really prove the difference between his Lexicon and a regular book, seeing as nobody else could hold his weapon. All he could do was try and show people the illusions that he could create. And because they were just that, illusions, there was no solidary proof that they were really experiencing the effects of a power. You would think, however, that the Organization would understand the fact that reading was not a power.

"Zexion does too have a power, it's... Uh..."

Xemnas was frequently trying to back him up in his battle of showing his powers, but even he would forget what the power was after a while. So, as a final attempt to get his fellow members to witness his powers, he called them all into the main meeting room, his Lexicon summoned in his hand. Once everybody appeared, Zexion looked up at all the elevated chairs, and he felt everybody's eyes boring down on him, waiting for him to give them some sort of proof that he did have a power.

"That book of his is a spell book, he's a witch."

With a florish, his Lexicon fluttered into the air and all the walls around them seemed to melt away, revealing a tattered and winded Destiny Island. Zexion was not sure why he had chose this exact location, but it was one of his best illusions. As the background sparkled into existence, he himself took on the appearance of the Repliku, a creation long dead at this time. He looked up at the rest of them, but most of them looked mildly disinterested about the change of scenary and the new person in front of them. "Repliku" lowered his shoulder and ran, teleporting at the wall and appearing at the armrest of Demyx's seat.

"I-I thought they k-killed you! Z-Zexion's summoning g-ghosts!" he cried, and shoved at the illusion, though it didn't rock it in the least. Zexion shook his head, sitting down on the rest and letting the illusion fall. The rest of the Organization came into conversation, saying that he was some sort of witch that could call upon any creature to come to his aid.

Zexion sighed and disappeared into his room.

He would have to settle for the excuse of summoning the supernatural.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another chapter down, and more to come. This one was kind of hard to think of, and I couldn't find a way to really bring in Larxene, so it's just Zexion's everyday struggle to prove that he does too have a power, like everybody else. He just chooses to hide it.

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